I widen my eyes dramatically as, I feel my body being shaked violently.

"Stiles!" A voice hisses in my ear, causing me to squirm uncomfortably and continue to dig my head deeper into my pillow.

"Come on, Son!"

I gasp slightly, as I feel my ankle being pulled causing my entire body to slide down my bed.

"I'M UP!" I screech loudly, as I quickly shake the hand away from my ankle.

My dad gives me a plain look, "If you're up, then why have I been calling you for the past ten minuets"

"Because you love me" I say giving my father, a lazy smile.

"Just get dressed" He sighs, before he leaves my room.

I groan loudly, as I fall back onto my bed. I would honestly, do anything to not get out of bed right now. And to not have to endure, the painful, tedious tasks which come with high school. Well I call it high school, but to be honest it was like the bane of my existence.

I might be being a tad dramatic, because it's not like I get shoved into a locker on a regular occurrence. I did have friends, I had many in-fact, I was even on the lacrosse team. But something about it, just gave me a complete sense of dread, perhaps it was because everytime I left the house, I was overcome with an overwelling fear that something terrible was about to happen. Or maybe it was the fact, that I found school difficult because I had ADHD, so I could never concentrate on lessons, so I would always end up falling behind somehow, and I never wanted to admit that I was struggling which caused me to get even more behind.

Once I finished, complentating my entire exsistence, I decided just to bite the bullet and actually change for the day.

Bland.

That was the look which I was going for today, just a bland, under-the rador look. Standing out never appeared to me, I mean sure sometimes I was inclined to be the smart-ass in class, and act out as if I was some-sort of class clown but that felt natural to me, making people laugh was the one thing I was confident within doing.

I glance at myself in the mirror, I was wearing black jeans, a white v-neck t-shirt with a blue and green checkered shirt over the top. I style my hair messily, as I run and average amount of gel thorugh my hair. I shurg as I look upon myself, average. I looked average, something in which I was quite fine with.

I grab my backpack, before giving myself one last look of reassurance, and heading down the stairs.

I wince, as I hear my dads god-awful singing from the kitchen.

"Was your plan to burst my ear-drum this morning?" I ask, as I walk into the kitchen.

My dad rolls his eyes, "I forgot you could sing like Whitney Houston"

"Never said I could" I murmur, as I open the fridge and grab a pint of orange juice.

"You know Lydia Martin right? Natalies daughter?" Dad asks.

I freeze slightly before nodding, "Y-Yeah, why? Saying that I've not seen her since the semester started"

"Well, um. She's not well son"

I turn my head slightly, "What do you mean?"

"She had a break-down, she's coming home today, why don't you visit her after school?"

"Break-down? What do you mean, coming home where's she been?"

"She um, she had a mental break-down, she was hysterial, she tried to kill herself and so her mother, sent her away to rehab"

I blink.

I couldn't quite wrap my head around, what my dad just told me. I just couldn't see how Lydia Martin, the most beautiful and popular girl at school, would want to end her own life. People physically bowed down to her, she was worshiped as if she was some kind of goddess. It was probably because she looks like one.

I just don't understand why, the girl who had everything suddenly wanted not to have anything anymore. Even her own life.

"Are you sure?" I ask, after a good few minuets worth of silence.

Dad nods sadly, "Yeah, it's a shame. Such a young girl, why would she want to do something so stupid?"

I shrug, "Maybe she didn't think, it was stupid. She could have had other things going on in her life that no one knew about"

"If something, was going on with you. You'd tell me right? Or at least you'd tell Scott right?"

I nod, "I would dad, and I'm fine. I promise"

"I-I know, it's just it's my job to worry"

"And it's my job, to stop you worrying" I say, as I clutch my backpack.

Dad nods before grabbing his car-keys, "I'll be home for around six, but please try and visit Lydia. She really needs a friend right now"

I snort, "Suicidal or not, there's no way in hell, that Lydia Martin, would ever be my friend?"

He rolls his eyes, "Stiles, don't be an idiot. Just visit that poor girl, and at least try and get her to smile"

"Fine, I will" I say before sighing loudly, and watching my dad nod at me before leaving the house.

…

"Hey wanna hang-out after school?" Scott asks me, as I pack away all my stuff in my locker. The relief that it was the end of the day settling in.

"It is after school" I point out, obviously.

"Well, would you like to hang, yes or no?"

I shrug, "I can't, I have to visit Lydia Martin"

"Queen of the school, stuck up her own ass, Lydia Martin?"

I nod unpleasantly, "That's the one"

"Why are you visiting her? Does she need her feet polishing or something?"

I snort, "No, it's just a favour, for my dad. Long story, I'll fill you in later yeah?"

Scott nods, "Yeah sure"

"I'll see you later, I'll text you" I hurriedly say, before I begin pratically jogging down the corridor.

I know what you are thinking. Stiles if this Lydia, girl is truly the she-devil then why are you so eager to meet her? Trust me, I'm not. Lydia Martin, depsite being beautiful and popular, is an awful person, she contiunously, puts others down for her own gain. And the only reason why I'm pratically skidding down the corridor, right now is because the faster I visit Lydia, than the fast I can leave visiting Lydia.

But to be quite honest, I don't even think I'll get the very high honor, of even seeing Lydia. I know what you're thinking, this guy is a complete and utter dick and maybe I am. I'm talking shit about a girl, who just recently tried to kill herself. But suicidal or not, Lydia Martin isn't a good person, and just because she hates herself, it doesn't mean I'm going to allow myself, to give her any form of pity, because frankly right now, she didn't deserve it.

For all I knew, maybe I'll change my mind, maybe I'll actually spend quality time with her and realise actually she's a good person, and she's just misjudge. But right now the chances of that happening or slim to none.

But just incase, I'm going to allow myself to carry my feet towards, my beaten, worn out old jeep and drive over to 'the princess' castle' and see if she was kind enough to exchange pleasantaries with a meer, humble peasant like myself.

Okay, I admit, I'm synical, here I am talking shit about how Lydia's a bad person, when I'm not really showing that I'm a good person, so I probably seem like the biggest hyprocrite in the world right now, and maybe I am.

So now, here I am, currently sat in my jeep outside Lydia's house. Trying to find any ounce of courage, in my body to go up to her door and ring her doorbell. But after nearly ten minuets of sitting here, I was still yet to find the courage. To be honest, I don't know why I'm allowing myself to get so worked up, it's not like there's any chance that Lydia is actually going to want to speak to me, or even look at me for that matter.

I finally let myself, win my inner-battle between ringing or not ringing to the door bell, and chose to climb out of my car and step a few steps up Lydia's driveway, and a few steps later here I am. Anxitety pumping through my body, as if it was my blood supply. My hands shaking, trembling and dripping with sweat might I add. But I just need to be calm, I'm not doing this for me, or hell even for Lydia, I'm doing this for my dad.

I close my eyes and quickly press the door, I was very tempted to just turn around and bolt towards my car and drive away, drive quickly and swifty away, just go home and play x-box with Scott for the rest of the night. But instead my feet appeared to be glued to the many crumbled rocks below me.

The large, black door swung open to reveal, Natalie Martin.

"Hello?" She asks, confusion laced in her voice. She was probably thinking, why is this strange, overgrown child stood outside my door, currently looking like he's about to shit himself.

"I-I'm S-Sheriff Stilinski's son, and h-he told me about Lydia. So I-I was just wondered if she need a friend or something? Not that she doesn't have any friends, because I know she's got loads, hundreds even" I ramble.

The woman laughs slightly, "Your father told me, you'd be coming. It's nice of you, to come and see her. And despite her having all these friends, none of them have bothered to even attempt to contact or see her, since her incident"

I nod, "D-Do you want me to come in then?"

The brown haired woman nods, and steps aside, so that there is room for me, to move past her. I quickly take of my beaten down converse.

"LYDIA, THERE'S A STILES HERE TOO SEE YOU!" Natalie calls from the bottom of the stairs.

I feel my breath hitch slightly, with nerves.

"WHAT THE HELL IS A STILES?!" A familiar voice calls back.

Annoyance, bubbles in my stomach.

What the hell is a Stiles?

Seriously, I had been in numerous classes with her since kindergarden, we had similar friends, I was even on the same team as her boyfriend and yet she still had the arrogance not to learn my name,

Natalie laughs awkwardly, "It's probably her meds, just go upstairs sweetie. Her door is the first one on the right"

I nod, "Uh, thanks"

After some slight hesitation, I begin climbing up the stairs, once I reach the top, the first door on the right, continues to stare at me dauntingly, as if it knew, the hell in which was behind it.

I attempt to shake off the nerves which where currently circling through my body, and place my hand on the door knob and begin twisting it until the door clicks and suddenly becomes open. Purple surrounded me, I didn't realise that one room could contain such much purple, it literally covered every inch of the room. I was also quite shocked by the stuffed animal collection, sat neatly on the double bed, in the middle of the room. Who knew the devil of Beacon Hills, had a stuffed animal collection?

"Are you just going to stand there awkwardly, or are you actually going to come in?"

I blink, before actually step inside, the purple enduldged bedroom.

My eyes widen, as I look upon what the dictonary would define as a 'hot-mess'. The once, prim and proper Lydia Martin, who never had a nail chipped, or a hair out of place, was now stood in-front of me with wet tangled hair, puffy eyes, hallow cheeks and a ghostly pale complextion.

"Oh, I know who you are" She mumurs as she glances at me, up and down.

"Yeah, well we have been in classes since kindergarden" I mutter bitterly.

"So, how come you're visting me? Because I don't really recall us being friends, if it's out of pity than you can just go"

I roll my eyes, "I'm not visiting you out of pity if you must know then, the reason I'm here is because my dad is making me"

Lydia snorts, "You do realise, that's worse right?"

I wince, as I rub the back of my neck, "Well now, I've said it outloud I do"

The starwberry blonde scoffs, "You can sit down, if you want"

I nod unsurely, "Wh-Where can I sit?"

"Well, I've got a floor, a bed, a chair, and a bay window"

"Am I allowed to sit on any of them?"

"Just sit on the bed!" Lydia says frustratedly, "God, you are so awkward"

I shrug, as I sit down, "I can't help it, I'm just naturally awkward, it's kind of a given when you're as gangly and pasty as I am"

"Can't argue with you there"

"So... how have you been?" I ask, as I nervously play with my hands.

"Other than trying to kill myself, I've been good and yourself?"

"Uh, average" I squeak out, as I mentally curse myself for asking such a stupid question.

"Does everyone at school, as my doctors put it, know I'm mentally unstable?"

"N-No not really, I mean Erica Reyes tried to start a rumour, that you cut of all your hair then snorted tweleve grams of cocaine, which resulted in you going to rehab but it didn't really catch on"

Lydia rolls her eyes, "She's such a bitch, I don't know why I ever, thought she was my best friend"

"Have any of your friends spoke to you?"

"No, they've all dropped me because they can't afford to carry around suicidal baggage"

And that's when the impossible happened, I felt sympathy, even though it was just a smudge, for Lydia Martin,

"Well, honestly, I think they're all idiots"

"You and me both"

"And if it helps, I've once made-out with Erica, her mouth is like a washing machine"

The starwberry blonde laughs slightly, "Damn, who would of thought, the first person to make me smile in months, would have been Stiles Stilinski"

"I thought you didn't know me, let alone my last name"

"I needed to put a name, to a first, so that it would click, but I know how you are, you're best friends with Scott Mccall right?"

I nod, "Yeah, being friends with Scott, is kind of my thing, you know how Superman has his cape, Batman has the batmobile, that's what being Scott's friend is like with me"

"I thought it was your gangly and pastiness"

I roll my eyes, "Well, way to kick a man when he's down"

"I would really class, you as a man, you're more like an overgrown child. Maybe that's your thing"

I purse my lips, "No, I still think being Scott's best friend is my thing"

Lydia shrugs, "At least you've got a thing"